How many songbirds/
get sacrificed so we have
no vermin? Balance!
OR
How many songbirds/
must die so we have no mice?
Feral cat balance.
How many songbirds/
get sacrificed so we have
no vermin? Balance!
OR
How many songbirds/
must die so we have no mice?
Feral cat balance.
Think you’re a failure?/
Loser feelings carry on/
unless you say: “Stop it!”
When you spill whole corn/
o’er the kitchen floor, at least/
you can know it’s clean.
When my life is lost,
out of control, I intrude
in things I shouldn’t.
Is he pretentious,
talented,
whimsical,
or just exhausted
and silly?
At last,
he is writing,
worried about what others think.
He hasn’t done that
in a long time.
He hasn’t cared.
You blame me,
us,
them,
for stealing your dreams.
“How Dare You!”
you shout,
face twisted, contorted
into emotion.
Sadly, no one told you,
no one guided you,
to know,
no one can steal your dreams.
Just you,
and only you,
can let your dreams,
hopes,
desires,
visions,
slip away.
You can blame others
all you want,
as loud as you want,
but the truth is this:
You’ve lost your dreams?
That’s on you.
Don’t you feel as though
stalls in an art museum
should be mosaics?